Motel Love Story

[Verse]
I can't fuck with no ho
For that clout, she a fiend
She say I be goin' hard
Nah bitch, I'm blowing steam
I can't fuck with none these niggas who ain't really 'bout that green, bitch
We the money team, bitch
Tryna get the cream, bitch
I got Gosha on my tee, bitch
That's my fucking steez, bitch
Push to start, inside the coupe
That motherfucker keyless
If you run up on Young Sora, I might leave your ass teeth-less
Glock with the beam, bitch
That's the 33, bitch
I put lean inside my teeth, bitch
Gold on my teeth, bitch
That girl left my heart so cold and now I need some heat, bitch
Boy, that chopper hold so many rounds, it make you have a seat, bitch
I put so many holes inside your body, make you have a leak, bitch
I swear my mama never raised no ho, she never raised a weak bitch
I get that pack off over night, I swear you niggas take a week, bitch
I be all about that money, all you suckers on that meme shit
Me and Sora killin' shit, we don't need a team, bitch
Ayy, I got Gosha on my motherfucking tee, I just work, I don't get no motherfucking sleep
But my car so boujee (Skrt, skrt), it's allergic to some keys
I get two sets of twins kissing, think they Siamese, ayy
Don't you come in my ride with that shit, smoking on gelato, got me higher than a bitch
Damn, I don't do no talking, I pull up with a stick
Gotta let these niggas know that I'm with the shit, ayy
Pull up in a Supersport, you a super dork
But my balcony so high, that's a super porch, yeah
Bitch, I'm going up, I'm going super north, yeah
Fuck her 'til she say her pussy super sore, yeah
Countin' money up when I get super bored
Bad bitches is my Kryptonite, I feel like Superman
Shooting at the floor, I make him jump, he do a super dance
All these bad bitches in my whip, boy, I feel like I'm an Uber, man
Yeah, they say you the man, you the man, you the man
Boy, I'm going crazy, bitch, I feel like I'm young Luda, man
Yeah, you can't throw no hands, so you be calling up your shooters, man
All you niggas soft you probably washin' with a Loofah, man
Hey, I can tell they mad, it's okay, I'm still getting bags
These expensive racks, and they came with expensive tags
Yeah, I ain't playin' fair, I don't care, girl, don't push me there
Don't you play with me, go in your room, go play in your hell